For the first time in likely years?
John’s managed to actually drift off into a light sleep, his posture relatively rigid yet he’s relaxed.
Thankfully it’s because she got him to relax for a change.
The angel gave a smile, her wings happily fluttering as she finally felt his tension ease, even for just a moment.
Though the way his hand made contact with hers definitely made heat rise to her cheeks, smaller wings quickly covering her pink cheeks.
A gloved hand rises—, fingertips lingering near her cheek before it falls. Eyes finally shutting as the Spartan breathes out once again, more tension simply slipping away.
“. . . It’s alright. It’s just for a bit.”
The final word is briefly cut off by a short, almost —
John’s eyes widen for a moment; though a long breath escapes his nose as he relents, body attempting to relax in this moment of peace.
“Relaxing isn’t something I usually do.”
His voice is low, barely above a spoken whisper. Yet it’s there, trying to justify why —
The hulking Spartan approaches slowly—; frame shifting to lower down, hands slowly prying off his helmet before his head meets her thighs.
When it comes to him, she always gets what she wants.
John’s eyes finally close, his body barely relaxing.
She doesn’t want to think she always gets her way… but she does.
The angel gave a smile before kneeling down and patting her lap, an invitation for him to use her thighs as a pillow.
“Don’t be shy, rest now~”
A sigh escapes.
He knows there no use in arguing with her.
So of course, he offers a short nod.
“Fine. Only for a bit.”
A compromise; a short rest in return for making her happy, besides he could use a nap.
She’d give a disappointed shake of her head.
“That’s no good. I understand the savior of humanity can’t afford to sleep all a lot , but you definitely need it.”
A giggle left her lips.
“What if I take watch while you rest? And no need to worry about me, I can handle myself~”
John pauses.
That’s a question he hadn’t anticipated hearing; so he racks his brains attempting to figure it out.
“Not much. The Banished don’t leave me much time to rest.”
She knows this, and it’s never stopped her from trying her best to connect with him.
There was something different about him, she liked it.
“It must be draining.. how much sleep have you gotten?”
“It’s alright—, it’s the cost of being a soldier.”
John’s always been a difficult man to connect with emotionally; yet he hasn’t moved away, he’s keeping his presence close.
“Hm—.”
A low rumble escapes the males throat; brows kneading in thought as he attempts to figure out the best way to explain what’s transpired, though he only exhales.
“Nothing good.”
“Ah.. that’s reassuring from you.. thank you.”
She gave a relieved sigh, it was nice to know he hasn’t really changed.
“I want you to tell me all about everything you’ve done, let’s catch up dearest.”
“It’ll take time to adjust. . .”
He knows from experience. The surgeries and augmentations they put him through as a kid took awhile to get used to.
“I believe in you.”
“Please .. the physical change is the worst part!”
She gave a pout before warming up to his touch.
“I can barely walk with these damn legs. It’s frustrating.”
“I am old—, older than you at least.”
That earned a dry chuckle; though the Spartan would finally move toward her, a hand hesitantly moving to place itself on her shoulder.
“Despite the physical change? You’re still the same.”
“Come now don’t say that.. you’re that not old~”
She gave a small blush, the smaller wings on her head moving to cover her blushing face.
Maybe she shouldn’t be too flirtatious. Does he still feel the same way?
He doesn’t consider this form horrific.
The opposite in fact.
“Suki. . . You look different.”
His head tilts ever so slightly, yet he remains otherwise still.